We all return at some point.

For once I feel okay. I haven't felt this in a while. A kind of peace, a cool salve on my fractures and bruises.

I can't seem to find the forest trail anymore. I've lost myself in the woods before but this is something worse

I fucking hate being alive

Pluck my lungs from my chest and fill them with concrete, fill my stomach with rocks. My heart pumps liquid iron while my flesh calcifies around it.

It isn't your fault, it's me. It is your fault. Stop asking me. Fuck you. Leave me alone. I hate myself. Kill me. Die. Leave me alone. I'm a bastard. You're a liar.

Kiss my fucking ass you pathetic waste of care and concern. You should've meant nothing to me. Fuck you.

Darken my skies and burst the veins in my heart. The sensation is close to remorse but I don't know the taste.

Sweet like a cherry, pop me open and throw away my insides before you chew on my flesh.

Eat until I'm sick. Vomit until I eat. Sleep somewhere between. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Lifeless red roses twirling down around me, rotting plastic petals to adorn my corpse.